Page 9 of Savage King
“You’re getting creepy, Mateo.”
“You’re a savage little thing, aren’t you?”
“I can be.” And that’s the fucking truth. I’ve continued to fight since Rose was taken, sparring at my gym back home and then again when I moved here. I might not be able to beat this guy, but I could make him hurt before he got the better of me. “What do you want from me?”
“Let me take you home tonight.”
His eyes flare, as if he didn’t mean to say that, but he doesn’t take it back.
I absolutely should not go.Even if he’s not an associate of Damien’s and he has no idea who my sister is or where they’re keeping her, he’s not a good man if he owns an underground fight club. I can’t just ask him outright if he knows my sister or this Damien asshole. I can’t risk that he’d make Rosie disappear again, or even hurt me for asking the wrong questions.
Hemightbe able to lead me to Rose.
But, at the end of the day, the man is hot as hell.
I don’t think I’ve ever been as attracted to anyone as I am to this guy. IfViolet’s typewas in the dictionary, Mateo’s photo would be front and center. I’ve worked so hard to find Rosie, pretty much ignoring all of my own needs. Would it be wrong to go home with him for a night of orgasms and self-indulgence?
Probably, yeah.
It could be a double whammy. Good sex—it had better be good sex—and the opportunity to snoop a little.
“I don’t think anyone’s made me work this hard before,” he murmurs, his lips twitching with humor.
“Maybe it’s time your ego took a little hit, champ.”
“Champ?”
“You won.”
He smirks. “Of course I did. Now, come on, Savage. Are you going to put me out of my misery and let me have a taste of that pretty pussy?”
Jesus, his words should not turn me on this much.
“You want to take me home with you.” It isn’t a question.
“Yeah. I do.”
I lick my lower lip and let my eyes fall to his mouth.I bet that mouth is good at a lot of things.
“Let’s go.”
He doesn’t open the door. He frames my face in his hands, hands with bruised knuckles, and kisses the ever-lovinghellout of me. His lips are soft, his tongue sure, and all coherent thought flies right out of my head.
Because I vastly underestimated just how well this man cankiss.
I can’t help but whimper and lean into him, and he groans into my mouth as one hand slides to the back of my neck and holds me still.
“Last chance to say no,” he says against my lips.
“I’m not saying no.”
“Good fucking girl.”
Christ, I wish this guy wasn’t a criminal.
He leads me out of the office, his hand in mine, and out to the parking garage. We can hear the crowd making all kinds of noise inside because the fights are still going on and will last long into the night.
When he leads me to his ride, I frown.
